At first the stream-of-thought format put me off, but it ended up being quite lovely in a quiet sort of way. I found myself wondering how an author even decides that a story like this one is even worth writing into a novel because it felt so light in premise, but it's curious in the end because the topic of murder in reality, really should be a heavy one.
Sometimes you're creeped out by the main character Freddie, sometimes you sympathize with him, and sometimes you're simply annoyed by him, and I guess that's the marks of creating a realistic character. Freddie is the everyman and murder seems like a reasonably casual accident that could happen to someone like this dude. Why does anyone do anything, anyway? At least he owns up to his wrongs, and that's something that everyone should aspire to.
